My lips still moist from your kiss,
I don't want to leave.
but I'm still not content.
Time cannot quench my thirst;
I starve when not in your presence.
This unending drought, eternal famine;
only cured when I'm with you,
but returned the moment I'm not
Heart always racing,
my thoughts focused on you.
You're always standing there
yet I can't touch.
to have you appear,
but no conjuring can bring you.
You remain a mirage to me,
a figment of my imagination,
in a time of suffering and longing.
A ghost that time steals away.